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hwp Brooklyn: Home of
Prospect Park, the Brooklyn Bridge,
and teen boxing sensation,
Izzy Daniels.
Look at that kid move.
Jump In!
Everyone thought he was
the next great champ.
And so did I.
- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Izzy.
- Hi, Izzy.
- Izzy, my man.
Here you go.
Keisha, loop it. Loop it.
- It is looped.
- Gotta hit the street.
- It is.
- Smoke it.
- Izzy.
- Mary.
- Get out.
- Make me.
Why do you always
have to mess with us?
- Cause its fun.
- Well, leave. We gotta practice.
For what, double Dutch? Please.
The regional
competition is Friday
and our routine has to be tight
if we want to go to city.
And we have to go to city, so goodbye.
See ya.
Ooh, he gets on my nerves, yall.
- Mmm-hmm.
- What?
What do you mean, "what"?
You like him.
- Yeah, admit it.
- I dont have time for that, yall.
Just turn the ropes.
Ah, smell it, baby?
Thats Dads famous hot chili.
Why does it always smell so funny?
Thats the Daniels secret sauce.
Whats that smell?
- Dads famous chili
- Extra peppers.
- Just the way you like it. Right, Izzy?
- Yeah, Dad.
And, for dessert...
I tried to make it
just like your mama.
I see you stuck it out for a longer
workout tonight. Thats my boy.
- Boxing is 20 percent talent...
- Eighty percent heart.
And 100 percent sweat.
- Showers arent illegal, Iz.
- What?
- Yuck.
- Chows up.
Izzys dad had been a good
neighborhood boxer back in the day.
Actually, he was great.
Now he had big hopes for Izzy.
How was school today, baby girl?
I had a fight with my boyfriend.
- Boyfriend?
- Um, hello, Daddy. Im, like, eight.
Heaven help me.
Come on, Lil Earl,
keep moving.
- Ow. Watch out. Ah.
- Yeah, thats it.
Anticipate the moves.
Hey, Izzy.
Im OK. Im OK.
What? Im nasty. What.
Chuck, help him up.
You know what, you two take a breather.
So, Izzy... You want the good news
or the good news?
- Im going to the Golden Gloves?
- Almost.
I got you one more exhibition match.
And if you win that, youll be ready.
You know it. Who am I up against?
The only other undefeated
kid in the gym.
- Rodney.
- Big Rodney?
Wow... Third generation of Daniels
to win the Golden Gloves.
You just keep working
on your stamina, Izzy.
Winning your bouts,
keeping your head in it.
You can almost
guarantee yourself a future in boxing.
- Slow down, Dad.
- Im sorry.
- So what do you think, Iz?
- I think Im going to Golden Gloves.
Alright, then. Lets get you in
the ring. Youre officially in training.
Uh, big Rodney?
Heres Lefty.
Oh, you werent ready for that one.
Watch out, heres Righty.
Here goes the family reunion.
- I know that hurt.
- Come on. Watch out.
Look at the footwork.
I taught him that. I taught him that.
- Uh, uh, uh, uh.
- Stop playing around, Izzy.
Stay focused.
Let me see the combinations.
Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah,
yeah, yeah. OK. Stay with him.
Get him, Izzy.
He dont know who he messin with.
There we go. Watch that left.
Thats my boy!
Ooh.
- Man, Felix, you hit me.
- You left yourself open.
Mmm-hmm. Never leave yourself open.
Youre too busy trying to showboat.
- Aint nothing wrong with being proud.
- Yeah, youre right.
Next time you feel proud,
keep your hands up.
You got it.
Hey, Mr. Daniels, Im ready.
- Be ready for you in a minute, Tammy.
- You ready for what?
There aint no ballet classes
around here.
Good, cause I can already dance
around the ring better than you.
Ooh.
Why dont you warm up
on the bag over there?
- Whats up, Tammy?
- Hey, Chuck.
Hi.
What? Im just being polite, man.
Im gonna be sick.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Work it, now. Work it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
mmm-hmm, yeah, yeah, mm, yeah.
You know, if youre
trying to impress me...
Youre gonna be up all night.
Alright, thats it.
Hows that, baby?
Uh, nice, Daddy.
That kid, Rodney,
better look out for you.
- Yeah, Dad. Eighty percent heart.
- And hearing.
Id better get that.
What?
Hey, Ill be ready to go
in a minute, baby.
